Re: Mission 5: Amaya's Gate
Asher sighed, patting the chest of his armor.
"Well baby, iss' time f'you n'me t'part ways." the Malifarian's Daisy opened, and with a little help from his own gravity manipulation, he pulled himself out of his armor. As he strained, the wound on his left, which stood out well-enough against his tanned skin, began to bleed a little. He landed straight on his feet, stark naked, and stretched his limbs for a moment. "Man o'man! Iss' good t'get a nice pull." he mentioned despite the pain. Though, sparing no time, he readied Unit #34, and hopped into the armor.
As it closed in over him, the durandium skeleton locking in, he felt significantly weightier than he was when he was in the Daisy. It was nice, and even better when he secured the comfortable Daisy helmet over his head. The Dragoon Core itself was roomy and new to him, with the familiar Daisy AIES very welcoming to his eyes. He liked this armor, and especially liked the way his fists sounded when he slammed the together after his armor was fully-functional and ready for action.
"Eh heh heh heh! I like this'n!" spoke Asher gleefully, through his external speakers. He took note of the armor's name, and changed his tone slightly, "Unit 34, eh? Thass' a pretty borin' name. Somethin' this badass deserves somthin' mo'meanin'ful!"
In the short moments he had, he decided to come up with a name for the armor that was called by something that Asher thought was so bland.
"I'm..." the Malifarian thought, his weapon readings cycling through his view and system checks passing along as he did so, "I'mma' call this'n, Shikaku."